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Mar 2020
Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.

When it is pitch dark
you open the hidden myths of
hanging China rose.

A world dies under
the Chinar tree to save a
rising crimson sun.
Written by
Satsih Verma
88
   shamamama and meadowsweet
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